Every summer unfolds with a chorus of floral beauty, beginning with the crocus in the early spring. By June and July the gardens are verdant and colorful with many gorgeous varieties of blooms. Nevertheless, I never cease to be both delighted and amazed by the show poppies put on. With their variegated tutus they dance on their long slender stems, bowing and dancing in each ruffling breeze. This display is next to a round about not far from my house, where a previous planting has given voice to serious abundance. Each day I go by, I cran my neck to see how is is changing. This was the patch at the height of blooms. Now the proportion of blooms to spent buds is shifting, but still, it is a sight to behold.